First Holiday

     

First family holiday pic!

Last week, we had our first major holiday, Easter.  It's the one holiday where we split the day and have to go to two places.  Thank goodness, it's the only one.  The day started out rough with Lyla being a little out of sorts which then made me a little out of sorts which then made Eric a little out of sorts.  You get the picture.  Our first stop was GaGa Peach's house where we met up with our rowdy cousies.  It was all a little too much for our girl.  She apparently wasn't a huge fan of her outfit either.  Once her tights came off, she seemed to settle down a bit.  It was my first glimpse into how holidays would be from now on.   In true Lyla form, she needed to eat just as soon as dinner was ready so I was left to eat cold dumplings.  But, cold dumplings are better than none.

Our second stop was to Pope party where the festivities were winding down....and Lyla was winding up.  For the hour and 1/2 that we were there, she cried.  Non-stop.   We headed down the street to Eric's mom and dad's to feed her and to meet their new puppy.  Luckily, she fell asleep and stayed asleep for the rest of the night.  

The cousies...minus a few.

 After seeing the look on my face while my kid was screaming, Eric's cousin Stacy told me I'd better get used to it.  She said holidays are rough because you are running around everywhere and schedules get interrupted.  At least I get some practice in before Christmas.

This is what I did while
everyone else ate hot food.

Perfect Pictures

Here are just some of my favorite pictures...thus far.

Mom and daughter bonding
12 hours old.  What a face.
Afraid to move once she feel asleep.

Lazy Sundays.

I'm noticing a theme here.
Her first kiss.

First photo shoot.

Squishy Face

Daddy knows how to calm her.

Sibling love!

The only way Eric knows how to multi-task.
 
Cheeks!

It's true!
GaGa Peach...pretties in pink.
 
How sweet is that little face!?

Lookin' like her mama
Girls night in
Sweet face
You crazy mama!
First time in the bumbo
Too cool
Hubba Hubba












 

Three Month Recap

It's amazing how a baby can change in three months.   Here's a recap...for future reference.

Tiny bottles at first!
Eating 
We've never had a problem with eating! At three months she's at 5 ounces every four hours or so.  She gets very worked up and angry if you take the bottle out of her mouth.  She'll often growl and squeeze her hands together as if to say, "give me that back!"  

The problem we did have, however, was with the formula.  In three months, this kid has been on 6 different formulas.  We started out with regular old Enfamil but we discovered shortly after birth that Lyla is a spitter.  After spitting up every bottle for a few days, our doctor suggested to try Similac Soy.  This was no better.  In fact, not only did she still spit up, but the soy stinks and stains everything! Every outfit needed to be sprayed down after we took it off of her.  After getting a recommendation for Good Start Soy, we tried that with no success.  Then came the worst of all.  The doctor has us try the Enfamil AR which has rice added to help weigh it down.  This was not a good move.  Lyla was miserable and often needed suppositories to make her feel better...not something Eric and I wanted to do.  After just a week of that, I decided she was too unhappy to keep her on this so we tried the Similac Sensitive.  This seemed to work.  After one bottle she was so much better.  Still, the spitting up did not end, so we went to our last resort, the Hypoallergenic stuff, Similac Alimentum.  I had mixed feelings about this one.  While I hoped it would work, I was also terrified that I would go broke on this extremely expensive formula.  After 4 days, more spit up than ever, and a call to the doctor, we went back to the Similac Sensitive.  She's still a spitter, but she's a happy spitter.  The doctor says it is what it is and if I need to go to work with spit up on my shirt then so be it.  She will eventually grow out of it. 

Good sleeper when Dad isn't trying
to play with her.
Sleeping
In her first 6 weeks there was none of this.  We originally had her in a pack'n play in our room.   On the 3rd night at home, I put her in the rock'n play sleeper (a no-no because she wasn't flat on her back) since the pack and play wasn't working out.  I woke up that morning, looked at the clock, and saw that I had been sleeping for 6 hours!  I panicked.  I wondered why she didn't get up to eat.  Obviously she was fine, but this 6 hour sleep period was a fluke.  

A few weeks in, and zero sleep, I broke my number one rule.  I put her in bed with me, another no-no.  While many families choose the "family bed", I was not one of them.  I eventually gave in and after her late night feeding, she would just sleep in my arms.  As I talked to other mom's I knew, I found out this wasn't that unusual.  While any doctor would frown upon this, I did what I could just to get some sleep.  At six weeks I started to worry that when I went back to work, this sleeping in my arms business wouldn't work.  I decided it was time to start sleep training.  I had a wonderful book to help me through.  The first week was a little rough, but eventually she figured it out.  Since she didn't seem to like the pack and play, I started sleep training her in her crib.  I figured why do it twice.  So for a few weeks, I slept on the loft couch right outside her room.  At this point she was really only getting up to eat one or two times a night.  By the time I went back to work at 10 weeks, she was going down at 7:00pm and getting up to eat around 3am.  Suddenly, shortly after that, she gave up the middle of the night feeding and now sleeps from about 7-8pm until 7am (other than the mornings I work which I wake her up at 6:15).  I am so happy that she is a good sleeper.  I am sure just once I get used to this, she'll change it up on me, but for now, I will take the 12 hours a night!

My big, but little, gal.
Size
At her last appointment Lyla weighed in at 10 pounds, 22 inches.  She's in the 50th percentile for both.  She's still such a little peanut, which I love!












Doesn't look like she is going to
be a lefty.



Milestones
According to my book, Lyla should be:
Smiling
Putting her hands together
Following object with her eyes
Cooing and Giggling
Holding her head up
Pushing off with her hands when placed on her tummy
Rolling over one way
Holding objects in her hands

Well, we've reached all but rolling over.  Since she's spit up since day one, we've always been afraid to put her on her belly.  Now, if we try, she just screams.  She definitely doesn't like to be on her tummy, but we'll work on it.

Super Dad

I always thought Eric would make a good dad.  After all, even though I may complain about him sometimes, he does take good care of me.  I figured it would only be the same with a baby.  Of course, I had very high standards since I am lucky to have one of the best dads around.
 
Eric did not disappoint.  From the time Lyla was born, he became Super Dad.  In the hospital he changed diapers, fed her, burped her, the whole nine.  When we came home, I was surprised to see just how hands-on he really was.  I almost felt like the back-seat driver in this parenthood thing.  In fact, I guess I really was the backseat driver since Eric literally wouldn't let me sit in the front seat of the car for a good month after she was born!  

I'd seen other dads who weren't very helpful and not all that interested in their babies.  This was so not the case with Eric.  At the first few doctors appointments, he totally took over while I was still in my post baby blues stupor.  He took charge when I wasn't feeling up to it.  In those days following delivery I had no idea how I was going to handle this without him.  He knew how to put her in the car seat.  He was better at swaddling her (and still is).  He discovered ways to stop her from crying.  Eventually I caught up, but I am still so proud of the person he's become.  He still has his own childlike moments, but I couldn't have asked for a better dad for my daughter. 

They Put the "Grand" in Grandparents


So, Eric and I have always felt extremely lucky with the parents that we have.  They've always been supportive, doting and protective.  Admittedly, both us of have lived a pretty charmed life.   While we've known them as parents for so long, to see them all as grandparents is so fun for both of us.  Of course we knew Lyla would be spoiled endlessly, but the support they gave us even before she was born was tremendous.  

For the weeks leading up to Lyla's birth, while I was on bedrest, my parents came over every weekend, if not more, to help around the house.  They made meals for us, helped put together Lyla's room, cleaned my house and did my laundry.  Eric's parents even put in a brand new hot water tank (which broke on the morning I was put in the hospital the first time) for us. 

Once Lyla was born, my parents did their best to make sure we were all taken care of.   They would come over each day and make sure Eric and I got in a nap.  When Eric went back to work, my mom took a week off and spent every day here to help out.  We even had a sleepover one night because the Blizzard of 2011 hit.  As the power flicked on and off, mom was there to  keep me calm when I started freaking out about having no power with a seven day old at home.  While she was there, mom once again made meals for us, cleaned our house and washed our laundry (which included multiple baby loads a day).  Then each night my dad would come over for a nice family dinner.  It was so great to have them both there to comfort me when the "new mom" meltdowns hit.  So often in those first few weeks Eric and I would say that we would have never made it without our parents.  Those first couple weeks are so chaotic and such a whirlwind, but we are so lucky to have them to get us through.  It makes me glad I never made the move to LA all those years ago! 

This is how mom spent her week at our house.

Family dinners usually started and ended this way.

Doting over their first granddaughter in 12 years.

Getting one of their first genuine smiles.

What I've Learned in Three Short Months

While I thought my role as mom meant I'd be teaching Lyla all sorts of things, I quickly discovered that she would be giving me lessons of my own.  In the three short months since her arrival, here are some things my daughter has taught me. 

-You can function on very little sleep.
-Sometimes, though you've done all the right things like feed them, change them or put them to bed, all she wants is a cuddle from her mom and dad.
-How to eat with one hand
-How to sleep with one hand on the bassinet preparing to rock her back to sleep
-That even the slightest hint of her smile, after hours of crying, gives me the strength to make it through some rough moments
-How to burp her with one hand and catch her spit-up in the other
-Laundry and cleaning no longer matter
-My favorite TV shows can wait
-No matter how fast I am at making a bottle, sometimes it's just not fast enough
-To understand why my parents asked the questions they did about where I was going, with who, and when I would be back. 
-Poop is a victory
-Schedules are a joke, but routine is a life-saver
-Getting up early in the morning isn't so bad after all
-How to take a really quick shower
-How to apply makeup with one hand
-Instead of getting irritated at some other crying baby in the store, I feel sympathy for its mother.
-How one little girl can make so many people happy

Rub a Dub Dub

The first bath is a big deal.  After a week of sponge baths we finally "took the plunge" and gave her a real soaker.  This, like everything in our lives now, came on Lyla's schedule.  I hadn't planned to give her a bath before the sun came up one morning, but Lyla decided it was time...and she told us so but showing off her first blowout diaper that no amount of wipes could handle.  Here are a few shots from the big event.
At first she seemed ok with the idea.

But, it didn't last long.